Milos and Me

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I've owned and operated the largest hobby store in my city since I got out of high school already twelve years ago. When I first opened up my doors, I was maybe, and I do mean maybe a quarter of the size that I am now, and I had at best an eighth of the products that I now carry. I didn't really have all that much money back then, and I'd used up pretty near every penny that I'd saved throughout my teen years working, and what little was left to me after my grandpa died, he was the one to have raised me, since my parents couldn't do so. I now have two part time employees who come and help out on the two days of the week that I wish to take off, as well they each work a few hours during the week for cleaning and stocking, I work the rest mostly myself, and considering I'm open ten hours a day, every day, that means that I work a lot of long hours all by myself, but I'm very busy most of the time.

Back when I started, like I mentioned, I was quite a small store, and the cost of the lease on the small part of the building that I'd occupied cost a lot, but I managed just fine. I started out slow, and did a lot of special ordering for a while, until I started making some money. The first couple years were very lean, but, then, I was used to that, I never spent a penny unless I had no choice. Within my first five years, though, as my neighbors in the building left, I started taking up their spots as well, and just after my fifth anniversary of starting, I took the plunge and actually bought the building during a bit of a recession, so I managed to get the whole building for a decent enough price that the lease rates for the last two units, for I have now taken up five of the seven available, actually manage to mostly cover the entire cost of my bank loan, so that's good.

Now just barely twelve years later, still living mostly lean myself, I just finished paying the bank back, and so, now own the entire building outright, I still have two tenants, though one has already said they won't be renewing their lease at the end of the year, and I doubt the other will either, since their business has been failing for a few years now, and some months I don't get paid from them, so they've already been warned that only one more missed payment, and I padlock them and sell off all that I can to pay for all the missed lease payments.

So, yeah, I'm a hobby store, I carry pretty near everything you can think of for all sorts of hobbies, except the electric and/or mechanical type stuff, for that, an old friend of mine sells that just down the road. I specialize in models of pretty near every sort, building sets from every manufacturer, train sets and accessories from nearly every manufacturer, and every wooden toy part I can find to build your own models of virtually anything that you can dream of, or I have hundreds upon hundreds of plans available as well. I also carry hundreds of board and card games, hundreds of puzzles, and many other awesome toys designed to help you learn or think. I also carry all the different paints, finishes, and applicators you can possibly need to finish virtually any sort of model that you might desire. I try my hardest to have everything anyone could possibly need, and when someone asks for something, I happily source it and bring it in.

Given what my business is, I clearly always have lots of children come in, but, right on my store front, I very clearly have written, there is no age limit for fun, and that all are welcome. Oh, I get a lot of adults, don't get me wrong, but the vast majority of my customers are kids. I love the energy they always bring to the store, they're always so excited to come and look around, and I'm not all fussy about them picking up and touching things, in fact, I encourage it, even the breakable stuff, but, I do always offer to help them with those types of items, so that they don't get broken.

It's currently summer, which you'd think would be my busiest time of the year, right. Not so much actually. The kids are often on vacation, and of course there's so much to do outdoors during nice weather, that it's one of my slower times of the year, but that's okay, I know this, and so, this is the time that I use to do upgrades and repairs to everything. Today is a Wednesday, which is probably the slowest actual day of the week, and it was well after noon when I had my very first customer of the day, and now, at just after three, only two others have come in.

I was in the back grabbing some stock to refill a display that I was working on, when the door buzzer sounded, so, I called up saying I would be right there, and quickly headed out, with an arm load of things. I found an elderly man with who I'm guessing is his grandson, an approximately five year old cutie pie. I set my load down, so that I can help them.

“Good day Gentlemen, how are you today?” I asked happily.

“Fine thanks, you?” The man asked, but the little guy hid behind his grandpa shyly and wouldn't look at me.

“I'm doing great, thanks. Little slow today, but that only means that if you need help, I'm all yours. So, how may I help you today?”

“My grandson desperately needs toys and to do something with his hands, so, I brought him here.”

“That's great.” I said to him, then peeked behind him, so that I can see the little guy. “And what are you looking for Sir?”

“I don't know.” He whispered to me, looking at me in fear.

“Well, I have it all, so, why don't you feel free to wander around, don't be afraid to touch things, just try not to break anything, and if you have any questions at all, you come see me, and I'll do my best to answer them for you, okay.”

He just nodded at me, but did take off.

“Thanks, he's so shy and timid, but, I suppose that comes with how he was raised.”

“Yeah, I saw. The way you say it, it sounds like he and I were raised much the same, which is to say not at all.”

“Yeah, the poor little guy probably woulda been better off being raised by a pack of wolves, at least they have some sense of family.” He said sadly.

“And so, now you're raising whom I assume is your grandson, at an age where you just wanna be retired!”

“Great grandson, actually, and I hadta raise my grandson as well, but his dad decided on the same path as his father, and while I'm not raising him, simply 'cause I can't, I'm having to look out for him more than I really should be. They just moved to town, he says for work, I call bullshit, he's probably never worked a day in his life, he just wanted to dump his son on me as well.” He sighed sadly.

“Yeah, I was raised by my grandpa too after my mom dumped me on his doorstep when I was seven or eight, can't remember. In all fairness, it was probably one of the nicer things she did to me, because I don't remember the time before that at all fondly.”

“Not sure how one of my kids ended up like that, when all the rest of his nine siblings are all doing pretty well for themselves, and they all have great lives, and then, though I tried as hard as I could for my grandson, he was damaged right from birth, severe drug and alcohol addicted from birth, his mother was, well, I think you can guess. The poor kid never stood a chance, at least his son's not as bad off as that, he doesn't seem to have any of those problems, but the poor kid's as timid as a Chihuahua, raise your hand or voice, and he cowers like a beaten puppy.”

“So sad that people still do that sorta thing, but he's not my first customer with a story like that. May I offer you a coffee, tea, hot chocolate, ice water, or anything like that?”

“Yeah, I know, it is sad, but, no thanks, I'm good for now.”

“Then feel free to wander around as well, I've never seen you here before, so you may just find something fun to do as well.”

“Thanks.”

The two of them had to have looked around for well over an hour, and so far the little guy has said nothing. I admit, I did watch him a little, but he is so cute. At one point, he lifted up his shirt to scratch his belly, he is wearing just a pair of thin cotton shorts with no underwear, and I could see that he had a five or so centimeter around wet spot on the front, right where his compact little lump is residing. He did not seem to notice or care, and every time he saw that I was looking at him, his head would drop and he would look at the floor.

Finally they came up to the counter. The little guy was holding one of my wooden model packs, a pack of ten for a really good deal.

“I think you'll really like these, they're a great deal of fun, just a little challenging, but not too hard. So, you excited to be going back to school?”

“No.” He whispered.

“Why, I wish I could go back to your age, school was so much more fun than working all the time. What grade are you going to?”

“Seven.” He whispered.

“Wow, they're making grade seveners way smaller now than when I was your age. Granted, I wasn't really all that much bigger, maybe fifteen centimeters, when I started grade seven either.

“Sorry, I'm seven, I'm going to grade two.” He said, blushing cutely and whispering.

“Oh, well that makes more sense. Unless you're astoundingly brilliant, of course, then maybe going to grade seven at your age would be okay. Like I said, when I went to grade seven, I was so small, that there were several kids in grades two and three that were the same size as me, or bigger. I'm guessing you have the same issue with the kids going to kindergarten?”

“Yeah.”

“You let them tease and bully you too, don't you, that's why you don't wanna go to school?” I said softly.

He just nodded.

“Yeah, know how that feels too I'm afraid. Keep your chin up, don't let them get to you, they're just being mean, but you're too smart to fall for that, I can tell. Even though they hurt your feelings, and you just wanna be friends, you're too smart to let them tease you, okay.”

“Okay.”

They paid up, and then pretty near every week or so after that, the two of them came in, and he would buy a new model of some sort or another. After school started, I asked him how it's going, and he said not so good. He has talked a little more to me, and has opened up to me more, more than he has to his grandpa, his grandpa had told me, so that is good. Then there came a day when the little guy came in all on his own, at a time when I was pretty sure he's supposed to be at school.

“Hi there Little Man, where's your Great Grandpa?”

His little eyes filled with tears with that, and I instantly knew the reason why.

“Oh no, you poor thing. When did it happen?” I asked softly.

“The other day, I was there with him, he stumbled and fell, he told me to call 911, but he died before they could even get there. I tried to help him, I begged him not to die and leave me with my dad alone, but, he died anyway.” He said, and then burst into tears.

I know I shouldn't have done so, I don't know him at all, other than he is a customer, but he desperately needed a hug, and so, I scooped him up, and held him tight to me. He cried for well over half an hour, thankfully it is Wednesday, mid morning, and I have no one else in the store at all right now. Still carrying the little guy, I went and wrote a note, then took it and taped it to the door, locking it as I did so, still holding the little guy, and then took him to the back room.

As soon as he finished crying, I set him down.

“How you holding up there Champ?”

“Not good.” He admitted.

“For what it's worth, I'm glad you were there for him when he went, no one deserves to die alone, not being shown that they're loved. I know it's hard on you, but in a way, it's better for you too, that way you know that he didn't haveta suffer alone or for long.”

“Thanks.” He whispered.

“How'd your dad take it?”

“He yelled out, how could that dirty fucking rat bastard go and die and leave me saddled with you.”

“Yeah, that's pretty much exactly what I was expecting to hear.” I said sadly. “How's it been at home since?”

“Not good at all. I can barely sit down right now.”

“Oh, you get spankings?”

“Yeah.”

“Is one of the reasons you get spanked possibly because you wet your pants?” I asked, while looking to the front of his wet jeans.

He just looked down, muttered fuck under his breath, but I heard him anyway, and damn near laughed. He looked up to me with shame on his face, and tears rolling down. I grabbed his face gently with both my hands, tilted his face up to mine, brushing away his shame filled tears with my thumbs as I did so.

“It's okay, I understand, that was just one of the reasons I got beat pretty near daily myself 'til I was about your age. This isn't the first time I've seen you wet, though, the first day we met I saw that you had a wet spot. Three other times I've seen it on you as well. I can also smell that you don't getta wash as much as you should, and I'm betting you wet the bed every night too, don't you?” I whispered to him.

“Yes.” He said, and then burst into tears again.

Once more, I picked him up and held him. It took another half an hour for him to calm down, and when he did, I set him down again. That was when he saw that he had made me all wet, because clearly he had peed, a fair bit too, the look of shame, and even panic in his eyes was horrible.

“It's okay Buddy, what's a little pee between friends. I always have a change of clothes here for just such an emergency.” I smiled warmly to him, while wiping away this newest round of tears gently.

“You're not gonna beat me, call me a useless fucking waste of space, or tell me that I shoulda been taken to the river and thrown in?”

“Hell no, you, young man, are no such thing, and if that's what your useless father's been telling you, I don't want you to believe a single word of those horrible lies.” I said firmly.

“Oh, um.”

“It's okay, I understand, way more than you can know. I take it, then, that this is just one reason you get teased at school too?”

“Yeah, I pee my pants at least once a day, I take two changes of pants per day, and sometimes I still haveta walk home in wet pants.”

“Yeah, remember that time all too well.”

“Really, you had the same problem?”

“Not had, have.”

“Really?”

“Yes. How long have you wanted to be diapered?”

“I don't, my dad says all the time that if diapers weren't so fucking expensive, that he'd just diaper me like the useless fucking baby I am, but that I'm not worth anywhere near that much.”

“And yet, like I was at your age, and being told pretty near exactly the same thing, diapers was exactly what I knew I needed, and so, I desperately wanted them as well. I think you're the same, aren't you?”

He only nodded subtly.

“Yeah. Tell you what, you're not the first boy I've hadta help with this, and as it just so happens, I have some Pullups here from a little man who was the same size as you, he doesn't need them any more, so I'll give them to you, so that maybe you can get a good sleep and not wet your pants any more.”

“Really, you mean it?”

“Yes.”

“If my dad catches me in diapers, he's probably just gonna beat me again.”

“Maybe, maybe not, hard to say. What's he care though, as long as you're not ruining your mattress, and he doesn't haveta buy em, why would it matter to him any. I suggest you wear them all day as well, and when you get low, you come see me, and I'll ensure you're all set up.”

“I think I'd like that.”

“I know you will, trust me, I know all too well exactly what you're going through, for I lived with it as well.”

“Thanks.” He said, and then hugged me.

“You're welcome. Now, let me go grab the Pullups, and then I'll wash your pants in the sink real quick, and throw them in the dryer.”

“Okay, you have a dryer here?”

“I actually have a washer and dryer, I've been known to leak, so I always keep lotsa spare clothes here, and wash and dry them when necessary.”

“Oh, do you wear Pullups all day still too?”

“No, I wear proper tape on baby diapers, they hold more, and are more comfortable. I'd offer you the same, just because I think you and I are so alike in that you'd truly prefer them, but not only do I not have proper diapers for you, but you won't know how to change yourself yet. Once you get usedta the Pullups, and learn to appreciate them, if you were to decide to try tape on baby diapers instead, all you haveta do is ask.”

“Oh. I thought you'd lie to me.”

“Why. You and I are alike, you don't need me to lie to you.”

“Oh. Are baby diapers really that much better?”

“I think so. I started with Pullups too, but my second pack of diapers I tried proper tape on baby diapers, and I've never bought myself Pullups ever again.”

“Oh. Can I try that then too please, so that I can at least try them as well?”

“Absolutely. You've kinda dreamed of it too, haven't you?” I whispered softly.

“Yeah, for a while now.”

“Good, and I'll happily buy you what you need. Use up the Pullups first, so that they don't go to waste, but then I think you're definitely small enough to still easily fit Pampers baby diapers, so that's what I'll buy you.”

“Really.”

“Yep, now let me go grab the Pullups.”

I sauntered to my office, went to the closet in there, and found the Pullups he will need. By the time I came back, the little guy was standing there, naked as the day he was born, other than his socks.

“Oh, hi there, glad you're not shy. Why'd you take your shirt off as well?”

“It's wet too.” He says simply, not at all embarrassed to be standing in front of me naked.

“Okay, fair enough. I'll wash and dry it as well. Here's your Pullups, go ahead and try one on. I'm afraid that 'til your clothes are dry, that that's just gonna haveta be all you wear. You can stay in my office, so that no one can possibly see you, and I'll bring you some things to play with.”

“Thanks.” He said, and as I passed him the package, I could not help but to notice just how much he is vibrating.

He has known what he needs for a long time, he has dreamed of it so much, that I think within about thirty seconds from the time he puts on his first diaper, that he will be a full on baby boy diaper lover, just like me. Granted, I doubt I took that long after I slipped into my first diaper, and I almost doubt he will either. I was watching, though, as he opened up the pack, pulled out a diaper, opened it up, stepped into it, and then finally pulled it up. When he stood up, he has tears in his eyes again, only now they are not sorrow tears, they are the tears of someone who just got what they have known they have needed for a very long time. Ten seconds, that was all it took for the bright smile to grace his beautiful young face, and a diaper lover is born.

“So, when I replace these Pullups with Pampers, you already know you're not going back, don't you?”

“Yeah, this is the first time I've ever worn anything like underwear, and I love it, and I just don't ever wanna be without them again.”

“Good. Head to my office, I'll get you something to play with, and you can have fun. It'll take a while for your clothes, since I decided that with my clothes now being wet as well, that I needta change, and with the other few pants I have in the washer already, I can afford to turn it on.”

“Okay, thanks.”

So, in just his Pullup, the little guy headed to my office, while I went and stripped off my wet clothes, changed quickly, and then threw them all in the wash to clean. As soon as that was done, I headed up front to get the young man something to play with. I grabbed a really nice Lego set that I thought he might enjoy, and took it back to him.

“Here you go, play with this, have fun, oh, and for maybe pretty clear reasons, don't leave the office, you never know when the door might open, and someone might be able to see you. And just remember, you're wearing a diaper, so there's no point in peeing anywhere else if you ask me.”

“Okay, I wasn't gonna even try and go to the bathroom anywhere else, not that I could, I don't know where the bathroom is anyway.” He smiled shyly.

“Good. Have fun.”

As soon as I left him, I headed back out front and unlocked the door after removing the sign. I am only open for another two hours now, so I finished out the day, closed up, shut down everything, and then headed back to the back to check on my young diapered guest. I had already come back and switched the wash to the dryer, so the clothes are now ready to go. I then headed to the office with the little guys clothes. When I entered, he did not notice me right away, because the door had been open, but no one can see into my office from the front anyway, I found him on the chair, up on his knees, bent over, building his Lego set, exposing his very cute little soggy diapered bum in a way only a diaper lover could admire. I admit, I groaned. The feelings I am having for this little guy are not new, I have known and understood that I was a boy lover for many years, but I have never, and hopefully never will ever act on that.

“Hi there young man, how are you doing? It looks like you've peepeed your diaper a fair bit already.”

“I'm doing good, and yeah, I hadta go a few times already.”

“How was it.”

“Mmmm, real nice.” He sighed deeply.

“Yeah, know how you feel. Even if I did miraculously get full control back, I'd never give up my diapers now. Like you, I can hold it, if I try hard enough, except at night, I wet every night without fail, but during the day, I could just pay really close attention and go to the bathroom frequently like I assume you must haveta do, but diapers really are way better, aren't they.”

“Oh yeah.”

“That's good. So, you have at least a couple hours left in that diaper, so, here's your clothes, you may as well get dressed, then you should probably head home. You've already been here for a few hours, so hopefully no one wonders where you are.” I said, but knowing that it could be days before his father ever wondered such a thing.

“Okay, but like he'd ever notice, he's almost never there, and when he is, he prefers not to see me at all. Wish I could just stay here, I could sleep under your desk, I'd be way happier.”

“Know how you feel. I grew up the same way. Now, we've still never given each other our names, I'm Vince, and you are?”

“Milos.” He said, I asked how that's spelled, and he told me, yet it's pronounced Me-low-shh.

“I like that, it's cute, just like you.”

“I'm not cute.”

“Oh, you are so adorably cute, it's simply not funny. I know, no one ever says nice things about you, but you are, and I want you to try and believe that, okay.” I said softly.

“Thanks.” He whispered again.

Shortly after that, Milos headed out, and so too did I. When I got home, I went and stripped down to just my super soggy diaper, laid down for my soggy baby bum change, and then jacked off furiously to the vision of Milos kneeling there in that sexy soggy Pullup how he had been. I doubt he realizes what that vision did to me, but the power of the orgasm I had was far more so than I have ever experienced before. It was so powerful, in fact, that the first two shots managed to hit the wall above my headboard. That is staggering, considering only one other time I have ever shot anything past my own belly button, normally I just pump out a good load over my hand, or it might squirt out a couple centimeters if I am really charged, and my previous best was when I was sixteen and had edged myself for five days, and then painted my face. Even still, this load is not only more copious than ever before, but far more powerful too, and I damn near blacked out from it. I scooped up as much of it as I possibly could, and slurped it up, sadly the only way I have ever enjoyed cum, I am still very much a virgin, but I enjoy my own so much.

Finally I changed my diaper, opting for one of my ultra thick at home diapers, with an ultra thirsty doubler in it as well, then went and made and ate dinner, drinking an entire pot of tea with it. I could not help but to fantasize about Milos all night long, and at bedtime, I jacked off twice more, though, no, neither went as far, yet they were still damn near as powerful.

Because the grocery store I like opens at six, I decided to swing in there on my way to work and grab Milos the Pampers he wants and needs, so that I have them for when he asks for them, which might even be as early as today.

Pretty near as soon as school let out, and Milos was able to make it, he came back, and we talked for a bit. I asked him how he's liking what he's wearing, and I can see that not only is he, but he's nice and soggy too, and he says it's amazing. He claims that he'd had the best sleep he's ever had in his life, and was able to concentrate at school and everything. I told him it looks like he needs a soggy baby bum change, and to go ahead and do so. So, he took his pack to the back and to my office, and changed. He was back out only a few minutes later.

I admit, as soon as he was done and back out front, I excused myself for a few minutes, I just needed to go and see his used Pullup. I pulled it from the garbage, he had rolled it up a bit, but it was nice and heavy, and still warm. I unrolled it, opened it up, and then before I could stop myself, my face was buried in it. I damn near sucked it dry enough for Milos to put back on and wet again. I've enjoyed my own soggy diapers since I was ten, but Milos' is by far the best tasting I've ever experienced, and I damn near came inside my diaper from doing so. His scent is also phenomenal, and I admit, I sniffed it even more than I sucked it. Finally I rolled it back up, and put it back in the trash can, and headed back out.

Milos asked if he could continue building the Lego set in my office, and I told him that he's more than welcome to, and so, he sauntered back there. I finished out the day, and then headed to the back to find Milos, who had stripped back down to just his Pullup, and is kneeling the same way again. I groaned again, and chuckled, and he turned and saw me.

“Hi.” He said excitedly.

“Glad you're so comfortable.” I teased.

“Mmmhmm. It's really quite nice, wish I could do this at home, but I doubt my dad'd like that, and I sure don't wanna show it off to him and give him another excuse to beat me, not that he needs excuses.”

“Good, and I should think not. Well, afraid to say Baby, but it's time to go.”

“Yeah, I figured as much, really wish I could just stay here.”

“Yeah, I know.”

We said our goodbyes shortly after, and then I headed home. Well, my soggy baby bum change was damn near as spectacular as the previous days was, I hit my face this time, but with three of the six shots that erupted from my dick. I swear my balls sucked inside out. I sucked my diaper dry, poked hundreds of holes in it, put it back on with a doubler in it, and then put another fresh one over top, but only one of my regular ones, since I can't make the ultra thick worth it when I will have to take it all off in the morning far sooner than it will be filled full, and so, a waste. I had a good night, but once more, jacked off with visions of Milos running diapered through my head again.

The next few days were the same, Milos would come in, go and change, I'd then go and suck and sniff his diaper, and then he'd go and strip in my office and build more. Never before have I cum so much, and so frequently, I have no idea what it is about Milos, but he makes me feel like a horny teen again.

Saturday night, just as we're heading out, I warned Milos that I take the next two days off, and so, I won't be there for him after school, and he was saddened to hear that. I had made sure to empty the garbage can in my office of all of Milos' used diapers, so that my employees don't see and wonder, not that they usually need to go into my office, and the door is usually closed anyway.

The next week also went by the exact same way, and then I had another good weekend off. I admit, I damn near asked Milos to come spend the weekend with me, again, because I damn near did so the previous weekend as well, so that we could go and have some much needed fun. Honestly, I've done nothing that could be considered fun for a long time.

Tuesday morning, shortly after I opened up, a man walked in that looked totally out of place in a store like mine. He's dressed impeccably in a well tailored suit and his shoes are shinier than any I've ever seen before. The way he's dressed, the way he carries himself, oh yeah, he's smoking hot, and gay, of that I'm one hundred percent certain.

“Good morning, how may I help you today?” I asked.

“Good morning. Are you Vince by chance?”

“Yes, how may I help you” I asked curiously.

“My name is Gabriel, I'm a lawyer, and one of my recently deceased clients has made a special request of you. We just finalized his will, hence it taking so long for me to come and see you finally. His great grandson, Milos, was put into his care shortly before he passed, and as such, he knew that he needed a safe place to send Milos in the event that he went before Milos was of age, which, as it turns out, was proper planning. He was old, and hadn't been in good health for the past several years, but he took Milos, even though he really didn't want to, it really was too much for his grandson to ask of him, yet he took Milos anyway. I'm happy that Milos was at least there with him when he passed, he was a good man and really didn't deserve what his son and grandson put him through. And so, that brings us to you. Even though Milos has blood relatives, most of whom all seem to be good people, it was requested that you take him in. His relatives were all asked, and they all agree, because their dad and grandpa felt that you were a good choice, and they all trust his judgment, so, would you be willing to take Milos and raise him as your own?”

I admit, that was a massive shock. I had to sit down.

“Oh, um, I've never even thought of having children, a store like this means I have kids around me all the time, I've practically seen hundreds of kids grow up in front of me. Why would they ask me, though, he has relatives, like you say?”

“Ah, but you see, Milos' great grandpa knew plenty of both Milos and you before he made the change to his will. I've known him for many years, he had good instincts, and so, you were researched, and he felt that you'd be a good parent to Milos. While his aunts and uncles could've raised him, they wouldn't have been able to understand him, not like you do. Oh sure, they think they could've, though two were not okay with one of the things that his grandpa is certain of, and one of them not okay with the other either, so neither of them would've been asked, but no, they couldn't possibly understand a boy like Milos like you can and do. His grandpa told me how Milos talked to you more the first day you met than he'd talked to him by then, he said your shared past made you and Milos compatible, and made Milos comfortable. Also, Milos was forced to move here, away from everything he'd known, his grandpa didn't feel it'd be fair to move him again, since none of them live either here or where he grew up. I also have a hunch that the second he's free of Milos, that Milos' father will probably disappear, but good riddance if you ask me.”

“Oh.” Was all I could say.

“Yes, I know you're gay, and that you wear diapers, Milos' grandpa felt the same from Milos as well, and neither he nor I has any issue with that, but then, I'm gay as well, and Milos' grandpa had known that for years, he wasn't in any way bigoted. So, what say you? I know Milos comes here every day after school, I'd really like for today to be the last day that he hasta leave you?”

“I don't know. I only have a small one bedroom cottage, I barely have room for me.”

“Yes, I'm aware of that, but, Milos inherited the house, and a good chunk of the money, so, you're more than welcome to live there. It's even closer to here than your house is, in fact you could walk to work every day if you wanted.”

“Oh.”

“I seem to cause you to not know what to say a lot.” He chuckled.

“Lot to take in.”

“Of that I have no doubts.” He laughed again.

“So, Milos' grandpa died about a couple weeks ago, and it's taken this long to get everything straightened out?”

“Yeah, it's hard juggling that much money and making certain everyone's satisfied, though none of them truly are, each one thinks that they deserved all of it for one reason or another. A few of the kids were only waiting for him to die so that they could get his money, and he knew it, so, they got almost nothing, which of course caused some serious drama, but, in the end, that's their problem. No, Milos ended up with the largest actual piece of the pie as it were, and he should be well set for life. It's of course all in trust for him 'til he's nineteen, I'm his primary trustee, and you'll be his secondary, when you agree to become his father of course. Just so you know, Milos' father and grandpa both got nothing at all, but I also never told them that Milos got even so much as one cent. I'm hoping they never find that out, I'm not sure what'd happen if they did. Even the rest of the family has no idea how much Milos got, we didn't feel it was safe to tell any of them that, too many just wanted the money. All they think Milos got was the house, which none of them wanted anyway, since none of them wanna live here.”

“Musta been a lot of money if they all got that much, yet have no idea Milos got that much more.”

“More than you can imagine, and I'm hoping to not have Milos know 'til the day he comes into his money, since, let's face it, knowing that sorta thing can cause good people to do bad things, so, I'll need your help on that, but I know how much money you're now worth, and in only twelve years, which is pretty impressive I must say.”

“Thanks, lotsa luck and good timing, and the bravery to put it all on the line and shut my eyes.” I laughed, because he is right.

“No shit, how many houses and commercial buildings do you own again?”

“Twelve houses and five other commercial buildings, not including this one and the house I live in.” I said, because after buying this building, I started buying others and renting or leasing them out as well. Technically I pay nothing any more, I just make money off all my investments.

“Exactly, and you barely had ten thousand in the bank when you left high school. So, you're incredibly smart and driven, and clearly money doesn't bother you, because even still, you live a shockingly sparse life.”

“When you don't grow up with it, it's hard to let it control you.”

“Know how that feels. I do damn near as good for myself, and I too hadta claw my way up the ranks and start from nothing, only I didn't get rescued early like you and Milos did, even the day I started university at not even seventeen, my father beat the shit outta me for being utterly useless. Glad to say, a year later, I kicked him in the daddy makers so hard he hadta have them removed because I destroyed them so bad. Oh, he tried to have me arrested, but, the problem was, he's the one who tried to hit me first, in front of damn near a hundred witnesses, many of whom I'd fucked or been fucked by, so, yeah, I was cured after that day.” He said way too happily for that statement.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I know, we all have horrors in our past, so, I too truly believe you to be the best person to raise Milos like he deserves, just like his great grandpa felt so.”

“I just don't know if I am though.”

“Ah yes. You're afraid of your desires. Don't worry, my first adult lover felt the same way, I was nine, he was well into his thirties, I needed a loving daddy, and we gave each other what we needed. Milos needs it as well, but you already know that, don't you?”

I'm guessing the look on my face was rather comical, because he burst out laughing.

“Look, even Milos' grandpa could see it, from both you and Milos, that's why he wants you two to be together. He knows you're meant to be together, and no, we never had this conversation.”

“But, it's so illegal.”

“Meh, who cares about that.”

“Um, you're supposed to.”

“Yeah, when have you ever heard of a lawyer, or a police officer for that matter, actually following the laws that they're supposed uphold. Trust me, as long as he himself doesn't complain, and you're smart and don't get caught by the wrong person, believe it or not, no one actually cares.”

“Fair enough, but politicians too.” I had to admit with a laugh.

“Exactly. So, here's the papers, I just need your signature in like a bajllion places, and then Milos is your son. Even a judge friend has already pre signed it all, so, don't make me forge your signature and force Milos on you, but I will if I haveta, because he really can't go to anyone else now, they'll only use him for his money.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, I know, but it's what you both need, and I think you do even want it.”

“Yeah. Fine, hand them over.”

Well, there were only like twenty places I had to sign, but it took forever to read everything. There were a lot of papers for money and whatnot, and on one paper I had to fill out how much I felt I needed for living allowance from Milos' trust, and Gabriel smiled brightly when I filled in zero, but I truly don't want or even need Milos' money. Finally he gathered it all up, and said all the finalized documents would be mailed to me in a secure envelope in three to five business days, but that it has to be signed for, by me and only me. He gave me the temporary guardianship form to keep, though, after witnessing it as well, and then he took his leave, and I now have a son. Gabriel did mention that he will be by in a day or so with all of Milos' belongings, but I told him not to bother, that nothing that Milos has is worth keeping, trust me, I have seen his clothes, they were the cheapest ones his father could possibly find, and I'm certain most of them were free at that. He did also give me the keys to Milos' house, with an address tag clipped to them, so that we now have access to it. We will have to go shopping tonight I guess.

As soon as Gabriel left, I called one of my employees and asked him if he would be able to come and work the rest of the afternoon, since I have just adopted a child, and need to take him shopping. He said congratulations, and that yes, he will be right here. Ten minutes later he was.

We chatted as we waited for Milos to arrive, which because of all the time that Gabriel and I had spent talking and going over things, was actually not that long to wait. As soon as Milos came in, I took him to the back room.

“I have some information to tell you Baby, but go change your soggy baby bum first, okay.”

“Okay, but I only have I think it's two more diapers, would you please get me some more, and I'm kinda hoping to try tape on ones this time please?”

“Already have you covered Baby, no fears. Now, head on in and get your cute little baby bum changed, but put your soggy diaper in the bag I put on my desk, and tie it up, then throw it in the trash. We're going somewhere as soon as you're changed so that we can talk, so I don't want my guy to see your diaper and wonder about it.”

“Oh, okay, I wondered why one of your employees was here today. I still came in yesterday for a while to look around, so I met him yesterday, he seems nice, but not as nice as you.”

“Yeah, he is, but thanks.” I smiled.

Milos headed into the office and changed, and was back out only a few minutes later. I pulled up the back of his shorts after untucking his shirt from the band of his diaper, and he giggles and claims that he has almost done that a few times now.

I said goodbye to my employee, and then headed out. Milos tried asking me what is happening, and I said just wait, and we headed to a park I love, and went and sat on a bench in the shade by the pond.

“What's wrong?” Milos asked almost as soon as we were seated.

“Nothing's wrong, in fact, for the first time in my life, I almost feel as if everything's right, yet I'm still in a little shock from it.”

“Oh, how come?”

“Someone came and saw me today, he was a friend of your great grandpa's, and it seems that just before he died, your dad actually forcefully signed you over to him, which explains why he was so upset, he finally felt like he just got rid of you, and then ended up getting you back almost right away again. Your grandpa didn't want you going back to him though, and so, made a change to his will, in regards to your care. His friend, a lawyer, only just got everything worked out today, and came and talked to me, and I've agreed to be your new father.”

I can see that Milos understood what I just said, the look on his face was one of understanding, but there is also a massive amount of trepidation there as well. I can also see tears coming. He wants to believe it, I can see it, but his past is coming back to haunt him, his dreams have never come true before, so why should they now.

“It's true Baby, from now on, I'm your Daddy.” I whispered to him.

And that's when he started crying fully, and launched himself at me, and hugged me so tightly I had no idea that that much power could be in his tiny little body. I admit, I cried as well. We must have held onto each other for half an hour, just crying, and when finally I heard Milos sniffle one final time and push away a little, I let him go a little as well, and that is when he kissed me. Not a passionate kiss of lovers, but a loving kiss of father and son.

“From the first day I met you, I dreamed that you could be my daddy. I didn't think it'd happen, I didn't wanna dream it, 'cause I knew it couldn't, but I did anyway.” He said, stopping frequently to try and say what he wanted to say, but he's so young, and really hasn't had a great upbringing, so was never truly taught how to speak. Trust me, I know all about that.

“I know how you feel. Those were the dreams that haunted me as well. It got to the point that I just stopped believing in the power of dreams. I honestly never thought I would have kids at all, yet I too dreamed of you being my son, but I never believed for a second that it would or could happen.”

“Same, but why wouldn't you think you can have kids, is it because you're gay, that you thought no one would let you?”

“Ah, so you do know, huh?”

“Yeah.” He smiled warmly to me.

“Yes, that's certainly one of the reasons. When did you know?”

“I think the first day we met.”

“Figures. You're pretty perceptive to have caught that, especially at your age. Most boys your age have no idea what it means.”

“I know, but I do, because I think I am too.”

“To tell you the truth, I think you just might be too, yet you're still pretty young, so it's hard to say how the future will change you.”

“Yeah, that's what I read too, but I don't think it will. It's not just 'cause I think girls are yuck, I think they're just fine, but I definitely don't wanna see them naked, but I wanna see lotsa boys naked.” He giggled naughtily to me.

“Naughty Baby Boy.” I teased him.

“Thanks.” He grinned brightly.

“How long have you thought that?”

“Since forever I think. I never met another kid 'til I went to kindergarten, but as soon as I saw some of the boys there, I really wanted to see them naked, and I gotta lots, because most of them weren't shy in the bathroom and showed off their peepees, which always made mine really hard, and their bare bums too, some of them were real cute. When I saw another boys' peepee hard too, that was the first time I dreamed of sucking a peepee, and other things.”

“Funny enough, that pretty much describes me perfectly as well.”

“Good.” He said, and then hugged me again.

I held my baby, only this time we did not cry.

“Well Baby, we should go shopping, and then we needta go to my house and pack up some things, and then you get to show me to your grandpas house, because that's where we're gonna live from now on.”

“Oh, okay, I really liked his house. He left it to me?”

“Yes, no one else wanted it, strangely enough, but oh well, this works perfect for us.”

“Wow, I own a house.”

“You sure do Baby.”

I set Milos down on the ground, and as we turned to walk back to the car, Milos took my hand in his still tiny little one, and he looked up to me and smiled warmly when I looked down to him. It felt nice.

We headed to my house first, and went inside, Milos commenting that it is small and really cute, but said he understands why we couldn't live there, since it really is that small, it is meant for one person, or a couple who really like each other. We packed up all the groceries and personal things I want to take with us, not that there is a lot, I usually go shopping for food every couple days, so that I have fresh, and I have a tiny little fridge and no freezer to speak of, so storing food was simply not an option. I also don't keep a lot of personal belongings either, I have maybe four changes of clothes at home, and another four at work, I have two pairs of shoes, two jackets, and one pair of shorts. I grew up with next to nothing, and it just never felt right to buy more than I need, so, I just haven't.

As soon as we have everything put in my car, we head to the mall, where we need to buy Milos some things of his own. Our first stop is the baby department, because Milos really should still have a booster seat for the car, so we grabbed the one he wanted, it was the most plain and simple one they had, and so therefore the cheapest as well, but I am okay with that.

“Now, I already have diapers for you, and we can share the lotion and cream that I already have, but is there anything else at all that you want or need from the baby department before we go get other things?” I whispered.

“No, I don't think so, but what else is there?”

“Baby bottles, baby soothers, things like that.”

“Oh, no, I don't think I want them.” He said honestly after only a moments thought.

“Okay, if there's ever anything that you think you need to be who and what you are, you just tell me, okay, and we'll see what we can come up with for you. Now, I do wanna check out the diaper shirts here and see if they have any big enough to fit you.”

“Okay, I think that'd be nice.”

Unfortunately for some reason this store had no diaper shirts in sizes big enough for Milos, which considering he's not even in the largest baby diapers, shocks me. I'd bought him size six diapers, because I'm certain he'll still very easily fit them, but probably not for too much longer, now that he's living with me, I think he'll start to grow more now.

We head to the clothing department next and pick out only two sets of clothes that'll not only fit Milos properly, even around diapers, but will make him truly as good looking as he deserves. He's already a shockingly pretty little baby boy, but the clothes that we're buying today will help him to truly look amazing. We even got him two new pairs of shoes, and I grab him one pack of socks. Once a friend of mine is back from vacation, we'll visit his store and get Milos fully setup.

From there we head to the food department, since I may as well grab a few things while we're here. Same as usual, I don't grab a lot, but I now have to feed two of us, so, we do need more than I'm used to buying, that's for sure.

We went and checked a few other stores in the mall, and I did manage to find Milos some cute little baby diaper shirts that'll fit him well, as well I did find him a couple other things that I just couldn't help myself from buying for him, but I only bought a couple things.

Finally we're done our shopping spree, and head out. Before pulling out, I checked the address on the key tag, and find that it really is just around the corner from my store, in fact, my store backs the nature conservancy that that road's named for. We head there, and then, when we pulled up, I was shocked.

“Is this really your house?” I asked in awe.

“Yeah, why?”

“Wow, I've admired this house for years, it's truly a stunning house, and has probably the largest yard in the entire city, other than the farms. It's also the one that owns the entire nature conservancy all behind it, which is to say, you now own it, that's dozens of acres of creeks, ponds, nature trails, and all sorts of wildlife habitat.”

The house is beautiful, a Grand Victorian Manor, painted in soft muted colours, the leading one is a soft off white, but there is lots of cream and light blue and even some purple too. The driveway leads to the front of the house, and then loops and heads either back out to the road or to the large garage done in the same style as the house. I pull up in front of the door.

“Really, I had no idea. Grandpa said he was too old to really take me on the tour, and he wouldn't let me go down to the ponds and creeks, 'cause he said I was too young to go alone, and that he didn't want me accidentally damaging animal homes and stuff. Not sure why he thought I was too young, I've been left alone by myself since I was four, hadta learn how to cook for myself then too, but, I guess I didn't wanna wreck animal homes either.”

“We'll haveta go check it out later then, I've always wanted to, but the signs were pretty clear, only authorized people were allowed to tour it so to give the animals their space. Clearly your grandpa respected nature a great deal to have created it in the first place.”

“Yeah.”

We started the lengthy chore of taking everything in the house and getting it put away. As we did so, I couldn't help but to admire the house that I now get to live in, it's every bit as beautiful inside, filled with stunning Victorian era antique furniture and decorations, yet it was done tastefully as well, and very comfortably. Milos told me that his grandpa wasn't fussy about touching and using things, he said that that's what it's there for, but just to be careful, because some of it's incredibly old and fragile too, but Milos claims he never broke anything, but that he's also not been there a lot either. Once we were done, we went and sat down.

“So, how you doing Baby?” I asked.

“Good. I think today might just be the best day of my life.”

“Yeah, I think I agree with that.” I chuckled.

“Can I call you Daddy?”

“I'd like that, because you're my Baby now.”

“Daddy, I'm getting really soggy, would you change my diaper please, and I'd really like you to put me in a Pampers please?”

“No, we really can't, Baby, I think you know why, we better just go change our own soggy baby diapers.”

“Yeah, I know, but, well, I really wanna feel someone I love change me.” He said softly.

“Yeah, I know, I dreamed the same when I was your age, but, with as much as we both want what it is we both want, and I see it in you just as much as I feel it in me, we really can't. Yes, I know eventually we're gonna travel down that road, but, I've never experienced anything, same as I'm guessing you haven't, and I really do love you already, so, I needta take my time. I also wanna make certain that when we do go in that direction, that it's absolutely, positively what you want.”

“Oh, there's no problem there, and as much as I wanna do that to each other, eventually, right now, I just wanna change each other, not even any playing.”

“Can you promise that though?”

“I promise to try even harder than my diapered dinky is.” He grinned cutely to me.

“Okay, I really do wanna change you, and have you change me too.” I said happily, because I know it's what we truly need to do.

We headed upstairs to the bedrooms, I went to what's to be mine, while Milos went to his to grab his diapers. He just brought the entire box in, set them next to mine in the closet, opened it up and grabbed one out, and came skipping back to the bed, where I'm waiting for him.

“Can I change you first please Daddy?”

“Okay Baby. We can undress each other first though, and then I'll lay down for you.”

Because Milos is going to change me first, I strip him down to his very soggy Pullup first, and then stand still for him to do the same to me. I then laid down on the bed, while Milos got everything ready. When it was, he came in with clearly shaking hands, what he's about to do I know he's dreamed of for far longer than any seven year old is supposed to, yet I was the same, and I know many more do as well. He released the tapes on my diaper, folding each one back and sticking it to the same pad it originally came from in the first place, I'm certain so that when he pulls down my diaper, the tapes don't catch and ruin the show.

Finally Milos is ready to fold down my diaper and expose me. He would have to be blind to not see and understand just how hard I am in my diaper right now, and when he finally does pull my diaper down in the front, he groaned from deep inside himself.

“Wow, you're huge.” He moaned.

“Thanks Baby, but believe it or not, I'm only just average, not too big, not too small, right in the very middle of pretty near everyone else. Of course you're still pretty young, and I'm sure you've never seen an adult naked, and almost certainly never hard, so you'd have no idea just how much you'll grow in the near future. You'll really start to grow somewhere around the eleven to thirteen year old range, and you should reach full size somewhere between fifteen and seventeen, and I suspect that you'll be right about the same as me.”

“Really, I had no idea they grew that much.”

“Oh yeah, and even though I remove all mine, you'll get hair one day in that time as well, though if you continue to wear diapers, I strongly suggest you keep it off as well.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Milos slipped my soggy diaper out, slipped my fresh one underneath me once he had it opened up, and then proceeded to clean me. He's so very gentle, and even though he is behaving, I've never experienced this in my life, and it's damn near making me cum, so I clamp down on it, I don't wanna do that yet, I don't want my dick to lead me there yet.

Once he had me all cleaned up, Milos went in with lotion covered hands, and holy fuck, feelings I've never felt in my life, feelings I'm pretty sure aren't even supposed to exist just exploded through me, and forced me to clamp down even harder yet. My dick is practically yelling at me to tell Milos to stroke me, but I'm ignoring it, but to say it's hard would be the understatement to beat all other understatements.

Then Milos scooped up way more diaper rash cream than is strictly needed, yet it's pretty near exactly how much I always use on myself anyway, since that's how I like it, and proceeded to smear it all over my baby groin. I had to close my eyes and bite my tongue, hard, to contain all the feelings. I have a sneaking suspicion that when I do finally jack off later, that I might just be flooding my diaper.

I'm not sure if I'm relieved or not when Milos finally finished up and started pulling up my diaper to tape it on, but I'm reasonably certain that he fully understood the groan that involuntarily escaped me.

“There you go Daddy. I'd ask how hard that was, but I think I know.” He giggled.

“Wow, I thought I was ready for that, but I doubt even the pope himself could've been prepared for that.”

“Good, now Pamper me please Daddy.”

“I'm pretty sure this is a supremely bad idea.” I said, yet I'm getting up and letting Milos take my place anyway.

“Yeah, it probably is, but the best things in life usually are supremely bad ideas.” He smiled warmly to me.

Even though Milos is still a tiny little baby boy, looking more like five than the seven he truly is, it's still very easily evident that he's stone hard inside his Pullup, and even he's pushing out a rather tantalizing little lump. Never before have I desired to press my face into a boys' soggy diaper while he's wearing it more than I do right at this moment. Oh sure, I've dreamed, hell, I've even dreamed of doing so to Milos several times since we met, but never before did I feel that it'd ever actually happen. Now I know that not only will Milos let me, he'd let me do so now, but still, we both know we shouldn't do that just yet.

I tore both sides of Milos' soggy Pullup, making sure to not uncover him 'til such time as I can pull his diaper fully out of the way, and expose him fully to my hungry gaze, just the same as he'd done to me. When I did finally pull Milos' diaper down in the front, I damn near came again. No, he's not big, but he's perfect in every way. I admit that I watched Milos' cute little baby bone bounce for longer than I strictly needed to, before finally tearing away my gaze to grab what's needed next. I pulled out his Pullup, slipped in the Pampers, and then cleaned Milos up.

Well, I'm happy to say that Milos is forcing himself not to cum every bit as much as I'd had to, and am having to yet again. His little dick head is so angry purple, and though his foreskin is still too tight to fully retract, he's so hard, and probably at his utmost largest right now, that it looks incredibly painful, which I seem to recall that pain well myself.

Milos hissed a couple times as I cleaned, lotioned, and creamed him up, and I can both see and feel just how much of a fight it is for him to hold himself in check as well, which is for the best. If he cums, I have a feeling that I too will as well, without even so much as touching myself, and once more, with how my balls are feeling, I'm pretty sure I'll absolutely flood my diaper.

Finally I pull up Milos' cute little Pampers baby diaper, tape it on, and then stand up to look at him in all his Pampered glory. Wow, that's all I can say about that.

“Fuck, Baby, you're an insanely sexy little baby boy when just dressed, but laying here in nothing but a Pampers baby diaper, I think you might just be breaking the sexy scales, at least to me.”

“I think you're super sexy in your thick thirsty baby diaper as well.”

“Thanks Baby. We better go figure something out for dinner, as well I want a couple mugs of tea. Care to join me in having some tea?”

“Don't think I've ever had it before, but I'll give it a shot.” He smiled warmly to me.

We head to the kitchen, and the first thing I do is start the tea, and then we get started on making dinner together. When the tea was ready, I poured us each two thermal mugs full, and while I was taking my first sip and sighing deeply from it, Milos was taking a tentative first sip, and then he truly tasted it, then savoured it, and sighed.

“Mmmm, that's real good. I like it.”

“Same. I have at least a few mugs of this per day. If you can truly be addicted to tea, this is my only addiction.”

“I think I'll be right there with you, but, I also think that before too long, I'll be addicted to my diapers, 'cause this diaper's so much better than the Pullups, and I was starting to really love them already.”

“Yeah, you know what, I think I could safely include that as an addiction for me as well, even though I do truly need them, I could use other methods just as easily.”

“Same.”

We made and ate dinner, cleaned it all up, and then went and sat in the living room and just talked and talked and talked, until we were totally talked out. Oh sure, I have to talk a lot in my line of work, but, I can honestly say that I've never talked this much with one person in my entire life. We happily told each other of pretty near everything that there is to know about us, and we really are very much alike in how we were raised.

“Well Baby Boy, it's time for bed, we both need super soggy baby bum changes, and this time, I'm sorry, we just can't change each other.” I said.

“Yeah, I know. I really wanna change you again, and have you change me, but I think I haveta agree, earlier was way harder on both of us than we thought it'd be.”

“Yeah. And besides, I have no doubts that you needta maul that hot hard little Pampered peepee as much as I needta do so to my big diapered dinky.”

“Oh god yeah, rubbing my Pampered peepee usedta be one of my only fun things to do, and even I've never needed to do so more than I do right now.”

“Same.”

“Can I get a hug and kiss before that though, please?” He asked softly.

“I'd like that very much Baby.”

So, before even getting off the couch, Milos came and crawled into my lap, since he really is so small still, pressed our bare chests together, wrapped his tiny little arms around my neck, and then pressed his sensuous little lips to mine. I wrapped one of my much bigger arms around Milos' back, holding him, while the other was cupping his seriously sexy baby diapered and already gloriously soggy baby bum. Thankfully Milos didn't introduce his tongue, yet the power of the kiss is damn near making me swoon anyway, and I can feel his tears dripping down onto my cheeks as much as I can feel mine flowing.

Never in my life have I known love, never in my life did I ever believe that I would ever get to feel love, but now, love is flowing through me like the worlds largest river, hence the tears pouring down. Finally Milos breaks our kiss, and just lays his head down on my shoulder, and hugs me even tighter, holding me for all his worth. While I didn't squeeze Milos all that much tighter, I too increased my hold on him, and pressed us even closer together, as well I laid my head on his.

Finally I stood up, and carried my baby to his bedroom. I set him down on his bed, broke our embrace, looked deep into his eyes, gave him another kiss, and then wiped the tears off his cheeks. Granted, he reached up and wiped the tears from mine as well.

“I love you Daddy.”

“And I love you too Baby. Have a good sleep.”

“You too.”